Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

Wardruna had not intended to make his hunt long and though it wounds him each and every time his hunts turn out unsuccessful because he has judged distance and depth perception wrong cuts him deeper each time. He has been stripped of his very identity: he would never be the berserker that he once was. That Wardruna had faded gradually with the sight in his left eye. He could barely hunt and only a handful of his attempts were successful: how did he expect to battle? He didn’t. The sting is still smarting, the raw nerve exposed, causing rage to bubble and stew beneath his skin like magma just beneath the top of a volcano as it smokes and prepares to rain fire and ash from the sky. He keeps it tempered, keeps it at bay. He knows that his anger will do nothing. It cannot heal his eye, nor the marred flesh around it. It can not reverse time.

Wardruna manages to calm himself down as he heads back to the den he shares with Noma, only to feel his hackles prickle and bristle with unease as a glimpse in it’s entrance shows him that his thrall isn’t present. He follows her paw-prints left in the fading blanket of snow, following her scent trail so intricately woven with his. It does not take him long to find her and he slowly begins to piece together that it’s the cache she’s heading for and not any of the other Easthollow wolves. Sure enough his suspicions are proven correct as he lays his Jack-o-lantern gaze upon her and feels his irritation and pride sting once more. He lets out an inaudible huff and he storms up to her as she attempts to eat the meat she has taken from the cache. It grinds on Wardruna’s nerves that she refuses all the food he offers to her only to sneak out, to defy him to fill her stomach. He knows she is hungry and he has tried all he can think of to get her to eat short of physical violence.

“No.” The Northerner, already in a bad mood, snarls at her darkly and reaches for the meat with the intent of ripping it away from her. If the food he gives her is not good enough then none of it is good enough. He wants her to eat, but he also wants to remind her who is in charge.